The hall is sunken and relatively empty, and the surrounding candles cannot light it all. Therefore, additional candlesticks were set up in the middle part, and the light shined from bottom to top, making the sculpture look even more eerie and majestic. There were nine sculptures in total, all of which were taller than the ones outside. This made them temporarily ignore the few small people standing under the sculptures. Of course, when they walked in, they discovered that it was actually King Shura and her close confidants.
These nine sculptures are exactly these people. Because they were the same height, and the queen was even taller, they failed to recognize her at first glance. After looking at it for a while, I realized that it should be deliberately unified and the solemn atmosphere should not be lost. In fact, the Queen is smaller than any Shura or even human. Among them, except for the king in the center, there are two monsters, one human, and the rest are also asuras.
I have to admit that when Jun Aoyan recognized her father for the first time, her mixed feelings were no better than when she was not recognized.
"Hey, what's the matter..." After approaching, Qi Huan did not dare to speak loudly, "Why are you so serious?"
Indeed, the air among these nine people seemed to have solidified. If you were to walk between them, you might be immobilized by the sticky feeling. Although the lampstand is lower than the sculpture, it is much higher than Shura. When the light falls from above, their expressions still do not make people feel friendly.
"coming."
King Shura didn't seem very happy, but this emotion was not brought about by them. Before they arrived, something serious seemed to have happened. During this meeting, she had an extra weapon in her hand. They had never seen this weapon before in Jiutian Kingdom or in their homeland. That thing looks like a sickle and a hook. Based on its appearance alone, maybe a few people would be happy to call it a "hook knife". Although it is a sword, it is double-edged. From this point on, it is more like a sword, a curved sword. The hook knife curved in a very large arc, almost forming a semicircle, with only the handle suddenly bending down. The king held it in his hand, his arm also attached to the handle, and the tip of the weapon was pressed against the ground. Her center of gravity rested on it, as if she was leaning on a semicircular staff.
"It's a shame to welcome you from afar." She forced a smile, "I should be outside the palace to personally bring you in and introduce the heroes here to you one by one. There are some from the royal family and some from the people... But if you can say that you can be here... There is a place here, and the warriors who are known as gods of war have countless glorious deeds. What a pity..."
She spread her hands, leaned back slightly, crushed the curve of the scimitar, and raised the tip of the knife.
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity that the Palace of the God of War..." Wang's eyes became sharper, "it was actually robbed."
"thief?"
The king said no more. She raised her head and stared at the statue that belonged to her. The stone sculpture, like herself, remains majestic even though it is an inorganic dead thing. The statue is wearing a battle armor and looks solemn and majestic. It was holding a strange, curved weapon like a sickle, standing upright, and its eyes seemed to be alive.
There is a small hole on the front chest of the sculpture where the battle armor cloak should be tied. The hole is actually quite large, but the true size cannot be estimated from below. It has an odd shape, like a giant keyhole.
"That place was originally our national treasure."
A "good Samaritan" provided the explanation. He is one of the eight generals. Relatively speaking, his body is a bit slender and his voice is soft. He is a monster and has never concealed his evil aura. In fact, you can guess that he is exactly the same just from his inhuman long rose hair.
"So the treasure was there, but was it stolen by thieves?"
"Yes."
If you look closely, you can see that the "keyhole" is long and slender, with an arc-shaped upper part and a pointed lower part. Isn't it exactly the shape of a magic pestle? Thinking of this, several people's hearts skipped a beat. Such a big thing happened, no wonder the elder brother who was leading the way looked so bad. I must have anticipated something when I was looking for someone.
"Call them in."
Wang just said the next sentence lightly, and Shura, who was leading the way, left in a panic. Maybe he went to call the guard at the door? It's strange to say that in a place like this, where prisoners have no chance of escaping even if it is used to imprison them, how could someone come in so openly, secretly dig out the Demonic Pestle, and then take it away with such arrogance?
The man left with his front legs, and the queen suddenly exerted force on her feet, swung the hook knife in her hand, hung it on her statue, and brought the man up. These three or two movements were so neat that they couldn't help but worry about whether they would scratch the sculpture. However, it should be a very good material. Even if the metal rubbed against it and sparks were produced, no scratches were visible under the candlelight.
The Queen bent down and sniffed the stone carvings like an animal, trying to catch any clues. She also carefully observed the top, and finally saw a light gray—probably where the statue's raised fingers were. Standing here and stretching out your hand, you can indeed touch the "keyhole". Wang was still holding the handle of the knife in one hand, hanging it in the air, and used a finger in his other hand to wipe off the dust. Then, she stuffed the dust into her mouth and rubbed it on her teeth a few times.
"There's not such rough sand inside...it's not a mole."
She jumped, landing hard on the ground, the sound echoing throughout the hall.
No one dared to answer the call. Soon, three people walked in, two of them were guards at the door. As they approached, several people heard a small, creaking sound. At first they thought it was the friction between armor, but when they stopped, the subtle sound continued, and even became more obvious in the silence.
Aren't they trembling?
Losing the treasure of the country is indeed a serious crime. No wonder these tall Shura people are afraid. It's just that this scene seems very special in front of the king who is far smaller than him in height and shape.
"Inadequate supervision...how to punish someone?" Baihua Literature
She said coldly, her voice neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for people to hear clearly.
"us……"
"Who was here yesterday?"
"Back to your Majesty, there is no one -"
Suddenly there was a soft sound, and Wang's hook knife was transferred from his right hand to his left hand. With just a move of his hand, the guard stopped talking. Then, his whole body suddenly fell backward - no, not his whole body, only half of him. A large amount of blood spurted out from his chest like a volcano, and the hot blood spattered on the faces of the two people next to him. Bai Ya and others subconsciously took a step back, while the other generals had expressionless faces, as if everything was expected.
The hook knife is still clean. The metal armor and linen cloth on the man's body were also neatly cut.
"No one? How could it be?"
Wang spat out a mouthful of blood - it was not hers, and then turned his attention to the other guard. He tried to stand up straighter.
"We, when we handed over yesterday, everything was normal - everything was normal! Not even a bird could fly over, really, we...ah!"
Wang swung his sword, and the arc-shaped blade stabbed in from behind him. The tip of the knife has not yet penetrated the body, but it is firmly embedded in it.
"We really-"
She turned the blade slightly, and the sharp weapon stirred inside his body, and blood rushed out in waves. His dark skin began to turn pale, and his whole face seemed to be covered in lime. The wailing sounds continued one after another, causing the listener's eardrums to ache unbearably. The current king doesn't seem to care where the mistake is, he just wants to pointlessly hold people accountable amidst screams.
"Huh? That's weird." She said to herself, and started to move lightly, as if she didn't intend to hear the answer. "Then there should be no problems with the handover. If it's a mole, it's okay, but I can't figure it out. , what is the benefit of this. Well, you are all my carefully selected warriors, how could anyone betray me - my vision is not wrong. That would be someone else, who could it be? Who despises us Shura so much Dignity, and you - why do you want to use your ignorance and incompetence to embarrass the compatriots of the Shura tribe? Why? If you say this... shouldn't it make people laugh? This is not okay, the guests are still watching, now It’s so embarrassing.”
No one knows whether what she said and what she was thinking were the same thing. However, the hole in the guard's body is getting bigger and bigger. Finally, she swung her arm outward and drew her weapon. The guard knelt on the ground in pain, curled up together, and the flowing blood was connected with the blood of the half Shura next to him.
He might not live much longer.
"You all have responsibilities." She suddenly looked at the person who led Bai Ya and the others, "Call everyone in and interrogate them one by one."
The man trembled and turned around, preparing to pass on the death penalty decision to his compatriots outside. But at this moment, Lord Shuangyue, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
"According to your method of trial, no matter how many lives it takes, it won't be enough."
"Please rest assured, I have my own sense of discretion."
"If they really don't know, the guards on the other side of the city wall don't know even more. To be honest, I'm not very optimistic about this kind of meaningless consumption of manpower."
"You don't have to worry about that. Even if we kill all these incompetent people, there will still be enough people to replace them."
"Tsk, I'm really tired talking to you." Lord Shuangyue frowned slightly, "Isn't it just a demon-conquering pestle?"
"That is our national treasure. Don't forget, losing it will not do you any good."
"You mean this?"
Lord Shuangyue suddenly took out something from his wide cuffs. This thing is either big or small, about as long as a forearm.
"How come you have this thing in your hands?!"
Before anyone else could speak, Bai Ya spoke first. Recalling that there was no sign of Mr. Shuangyue last night, it really made him go to the Temple of War. Not only did we check out the sites, but we also brought back “souvenirs”.
And they don't know anything about these things.
